"We... Have to... Do It... Like This... <em>Ungh!</em>"
Baek Jin-ah yanked off her T-shirt, dragging her one-piece swimsuit down to her waist. Even as Lee Seong-un toyed with her relentlessly, she bit her lower lip hard, desperate to choke back her moans.
His hands roamed over her breasts, nipples, and areolas, and with every pass, suppressing her gasps grew harder. Her chilled body began to heat up, warmth flooding through her.
"Nice to see you holding out like that."
Just moments ago, they'd been chatting about the changed outside world, the mood almost lighthearted. But Baek Jin-ah now regretted bringing up the military—it felt like a massive blunder. She wished she could rewind time, stuff those words back in her mouth, no matter how unrealistic.
"Looks like the kid won't go hungry at this rate."
"Y-you... fucking... psycho!"
She couldn't take back what she'd said. Baek Jin-ah's eyes blazed as she exploded at his blatant remark.
"Ahk?! Ughhh!!"
Finally getting the reaction he craved, Lee Seong-un grinned inwardly while his hands shifted, pinching her nipples. Baek Jin-ah forgot to bite her lip amid the sharp sting, a cry of pain bursting out. But as he soothed the throbbing peaks with teasing rubs...
"S-stop... I said... unghh.... Uuuh....!"
The revulsion from his groping hands fueled her disgust, but as time dragged on, lewd moans laced with nasal whines slipped out unbidden. She clamped her lips shut, twisting her head side to side to fight it back. Yet each wave of unwelcome pleasure made it impossible. Worst of all, Baek Jin-ah had zero experience with anyone else's touch besides her own. The alien warmth and rough calluses grazing her sensitive spots blanked her mind white every time.
She'd sworn not to react, building walls in her head, but Lee Seong-un's caresses were crumbling them fast.
His hand flicked her hardened nipples before grabbing her trembling chin, tilting it up slowly.
"Stop... touching... you psycho... pervert... ahhhng...."
Even through her ragged curses laced with ripe moans, Lee Seong-un leered down at her bitch-in-heat face, a twisted chuckle escaping him. Baek Jin-ah didn't notice, spitting more moan-mixed venom, but he stripped off his leather loincloth with one hand.
He forced his unwashed cock—reeking of fishy musk after days without a bath—into her mouth.
The scrape of her teeth sent a sweet sting along his shaft, but to his overexcited state, it was pure bliss. She writhed her tongue to push the intruder out, hacking like she was choking, tears welling in her eyes. Shame or agony, only she knew—but to Lee Seong-un gazing down at her pathetic state, those tears were the perfect spice for his lust.
As his cock hit the back of her throat, her bite weakened instinctively, slick flesh clinging tight. Unable to breathe in or out, her face flushed crimson. Fists clenched, she pounded and shoved at his thighs in desperate plea for air.
Lee Seong-un didn't budge at her flailing. He just laughed in delight, pressing her head closer to keep her pinned.
"Cough! Hack!!"
Reining in his rising thrill, he inexplicably released her head. Baek Jin-ah erupted in wet coughs, catching her breath before glaring daggers up at him.
"Forgot about that promise from last time."
Waiting for her to recover, Lee Seong-un stroked his slick-with-spit cock and calmly brought up her rash promise from days ago, when she'd lost her temper.
"Suck it."
He shoved it right under her nose. Her eyes wavered at the blunt command.
"Urk."
She took his slimy, fishy cock into her mouth by force, her gaze igniting with fury. No—not raw rage at him, but self-loathing for her reckless pride that had led to this.
"Use your tongue too. You're not some kid."
"Urghh!! Mmph-mmph!"
His crude sexual taunt hit as she mouthed him. "Talking with your mouth full suits you."
Liking the novelty, Lee Seong-un leaned down, gently caressing her breasts. The lingering heat made his rough touch spark something odd in Baek Jin-ah.
She'd been mechanically bobbing her head, avoiding her tongue—self-disgust and regret still churning in her chest. But the strange thrill from his callused fingers, rippling through her breasts, seeped in. Unaware, she drooled heavily.
The cave echoed only with nasal moans and the sloppy smack of flesh.
As his hands grew bolder, instinct-dazed Baek Jin-ah twisted her hips, speeding up without thinking. She knew she had to stop. But her body remembered the pleasure blooming amid disgust from days of his toying.
In the dim cave, Lee Seo-hee had watched Lee Seong-un ravage her with ass-grinding abandon, her contempt twisting into secret voyeuristic thrill. She'd masturbate, snap out of it, drown in regret and self-hatred. But it never lasted.
Baek Jin-ah's mind clashed in contradictions, yet his hand never stopped stroking her soaked crotch. Cycling guilt and arousal, she justified it all. No real dating, no relationships, not even sex—Baek Jin-ah blamed her overbearing parents' control, excusing her actions as self-liberation.
Just a flimsy excuse, of course. But dumping it all on parental repression let her shrug off guilt's heavy yoke, surrendering to the pleasure and instinct before her.
Lee Seong-un was surprised by her sudden shift but rolled with it—good was good.
Crazy bitch. Just bobbing like a fucking piston...
Lee Seo-hee watched from the side, abandoned, smirking at her old friend's fall—until her grin faded.
...Damn, it is huge. Guess a natural wild man like that primitive has his perks.
Judging Baek Jin-ah's mindless deep-throating—head thrown back, taking him to the hilt—as honest, Lee Seo-hee felt an unwitting envy.
Why's he ignoring me, that fucker...?
Irritation bubbled in Lee Seo-hee. Always second fiddle bruised her pride, and seeing him obsess over Baek Jin-ah after tormenting her tits and pussy nightly pissed her off more. Fierce wind and rain lashed the cave entrance, chilling her back—the biting isolation fueled her growing rage.
Fucking assholes.
Endless fury surged at the pair acting like they owned the cave. Lee Seo-hee kneaded her own breasts.
You pricks. Just sucking away like that.
But self-groping couldn't quell it. She flipped aside her bikini bottom. Cold wind from behind slipped between her thighs, cooling her heated pussy—the chill eased her anger a bit.
She pressed and rubbed her swollen clit. The breeze brought goosebumps of pleasure at times, but often killed her buzz, so her fingers worked faster.
Pathetic as fuck.
Even frantic, the icy gusts dropped the cave's temp further, her body cooling rapidly.
Can't take this anymore.
Better to act than freeze in their world waiting her turn. Lee Seo-hee hugged Lee Seong-un's back, pressing her tits against him. Her arms slid to his chest.
...Fuck, his pecs are rock-hard.
Five years surviving the wild had forged Lee Seong-un's chest like stone, she thought. Feeling his pounding heart and heat through her palm, Lee Seo-hee marveled—her goal to torment his nipples, draw out ugly moans. Shaking off anger and daze, petty revenge flared as she glued herself closer.
Her technique was straight fire. Years of know-how would've made any average guy squeal.
This fucker—why no reaction when I'm working him?
But Lee Seong-un barely stirred. Frustrated, Lee Seo-hee switched tactics. Ignoring the salty tang, she licked his side and back slickly—he didn't even glance, stonewalling her.
Come on, react already...!
Pride stung, she pulled her last card. Her hugging body slid down his spine, wedging into his ass crack. Her old friend's words echoed: Men? Suck their ass and they lose it.
Demoted to afterthought with zero attention, her ego shattered. Lee Seo-hee spread his cheeks, burying her face slow and deep.
The thick, musky stench hit hard. Wanting to bolt, she sacrificed her dignity to salve her pride.
"......Slurp, schluuuurp."
In the cold, dark cave, a small, vivid obscenity echoed intimately.